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【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#007F03 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #B20070】
|| Need you Now || Lady Antebellum ||
Driving across the bridge made by mages for easy passage for all the humans and mages leaving behind the island sanctuary they once had, Erika found herself looking at the farm up ahead. Cookie had tagged along too, clinging to Clover's head as if he was a hat in ferret form, his favorite thing to do for people it seemed. Erika smiled and then the car stopped, Khryia almost jumping out of the car with a swish of the tail, a stomping of the feet. The farm was pretty looking, rustic in a way but also a tiny bit of modernism too with the wrapround porch and a ramp too. Examining it with Clover she could already imagine it, a room for her and Clover, an area for setting up a piano and a flute station, an area for books, animals to buy and give a happy home too...
"I like it!" Erika said, rubbing Clover's ears, floofing them up. She could already see it in the future how she and Clover could quietly enjoy their life here. Sure, maybe they could visit the big city, Ancient London, once in a while and currently there was a lot of effort going around to turn Ancient London into a livable area again but that wasn't a fight for Erika to fight, that was Mallier and Eamon's story now."I hope you like it too, Clover." Before they could go check out an area for a kitchen, Cookie pulled up and seemed to take Clover's hands into his own, eyes wide and earnest. What was he doing?
The ferret familiar squirmed a little in thought even Khryia jumped and clung to Erika in happiness that she no longer seemed to smell to Clover despite how much she hated to take baths. "I was in love with you the whole time." Cookie said quietly, eyes watering in his girly outfit, a cute little skirt, a floofy blousy top. "I just wanted to say it, I know you love someone else." He broke into tears, running away. "I'm sorry! I'll leave now!" He ran away, little ferret feet scampering away to safety. It was around then that Mallier seemed to fall to her knees, clutching her stomach, looking ill. "Mal? Are you okay?" Erika rushed to her side. "Is it the baby? Morning sickness?"